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We try out every position we can think of.

And there’s laughter and fun, and finally both of us falling apart.

When it’s all over, we clean up in the adjoined bathroom and get back into bed, this time under the covers.

Yeah, the same ones we kicked off with our sexing and had to put back on.

With her head on the pillow, Sammie turns to me.

I reach over and tuck a wayward strand of her auburn hair behind her ear.

She releases a breath as she tells me, “You made me feel so good, Finn.”

I smile. “You deserve to feel good and be cherished, Sammie.”

That’s when I catch something fleeting in her eyes.

Is it doubt?

Is it regret?

Is it the sadness I saw earlier coming back?

Or is it some realization that, for as close as we just were—and it really was some next-level sex—we really don’t know each other all that well?

I want to get to know her better, though.

I want to see her again.

I’ll tell her all this tomorrow, as my lids are growing heavy as exhaustion overwhelms me.

I reach over to turn off the table lamp, and she turns to her other side.

That’s okay.

I snuggle up to her and wrap her up in my arms.

She sighs, and with her back pressed to my chest, I hold her as closely as I can.

But the weird thing is, I can’t shake the feeling that I’m holding on to something that’s rapidly slipping away—her.

Sammie

God, I have to get out of here.

I stare at the ceiling as dawn breaks, thin slivers of light streaming through the blinds and illuminating Finn’s bedroom, as well as shedding light on my regret.

Shit.

Finn is next to me in his huge bed, thankfully fast asleep. He held me in his arms for much of the night, until he finally flipped over onto his back, where he is now.

What happened with him turned out to be special and amazing and so much more than I deserve, especially last night.

I knew everything I was getting into, but I had no idea how it’d ultimately make me feel—guilty.

That’s why I turned away from him before we fell asleep. I was good up until then. But when he said I should be cherished, it just hit me that I deserve anything but.

The guilt, the sadness, it all crept back in. I’d had a brief reprieve while experiencing some of the best sex I’ve ever had in my twenty-six years of life.

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